You don't control me, Dixon

➌ 73- Chains and Whips do NOT Excite me

I took that photo of my letter for my sister. I thought it was hilarious so ta-dah!

♤

This is not good. Bland stone room, the distinct sent of mildew, we have to be underground.

A crack of skin from the room over makes us both flinch in our bonds; she, the pleasure of not annoying the guards was graciously tied sitting down. I, on the other hand, head-butted and tried to get away, got tied standing with my arms over my head.

Great.

As yells and muffled groans, clearly from Glenn makes Maggie start crying. I cringe and promise her "Just let me handle this."

She looks over at the skin showing where my shirt has risen, criss-cross light scars showing. My ears burn as she turns her eyes away as she asks weakly "What are they going to do?"

Well, let me just ask them their preferred torture method real quick.

"I don't know, but from the sounds of that--" I nod my head to the wall where Glenns screams are ringing through us "-- it's not going to be good, we can only hope they'll beat us."

She whips her head to me and splutters "How can that be better?!"

I glance into her eyes and placidly muse "We can only hope they won't rape us."

Her eyes widen and open her mouth but I shush her as the door over opens, two male voices.

Merle and someone else.

I shake my head, turning my face to Maggie and quickly hiss "Don't say anything, I'll deal with it. Alright? Alright?" She nods and the door opens to show a single man.

A single fucking man that I really didn't expect to live in this world.

Mother fucking Phillip.

He merely passes his eyes over me like I'm of no importance. He sweeps past and sits on the edge of the metal table in front of a trembling Maggie, 'sincerely' offering a weak opportunity "We'll take you back to your people, explain this was all just a misunderstanding."

She stays silent after an obvious glance at me.

He shifts and glances at me as well, I lift my chin and clench my fists over my head, glaring at the man as he turns back to Maggie and sighing as if he was sad due to these turn of events -like his people didn't kidnap us and give us a reason to stay silent- "You tell us where they are and we'll drive you there."

Maggie blinks a few times and clutches her jaw before ordering weakly "I want to talk to Glenn."

I throw my hands open, what the fuck did I say?

Phillip wrings his hands before tapping a few fingers on his thigh as he speaks evenly "I can't allow that--" he glancing at me for a second, narrowing his eyes before looking at Maggie "Your people are dangerous. Handcuffed my man to a roof, forced him to amputate his own hand. That one, she attacked one of my men!"

Glancing at me she shakes her head, denying "I don't know anything about that-"

"You fucking kidnapped me - literally in my case - it would be dumb not to fight" I roll my shoulders as he stares at me, smiling and standing.

Good, the attention is off Maggie. Her eyes watering.

Maggie releases a breath as he strolls over to me, humorously. His hands in his slacks pockets, his causal vest tightening around his chest.

When he's a foot away he tilts his head and surveys me, apparently giving up after a few seconds he smiles "Alright, seems like you are in charge here. You can just tell us where they are and we'll bring them here."